SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow, <br />And then 'tis past. <br />'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow; <br />Blue skies succeed skies overcast: <br />Why should grief last? <br /> <br />Something that's passing, something dying. <br />Well, weep one's fill, <br />Spend grief's sweet courtesy, go sighing; <br />But violets break from snow-time's chill: <br />Who can mourn still? <br /> <br />Aye, let me pass. No life will miss me <br />Save few first days. <br />A shudder, stooping down to kiss me, <br />A little love and tardy praise; <br />Then the old ways.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-the-shadow/
